Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In lonely gas with mini-marts
You'll rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis
Screw his off and drink like a vampire

His disciples to such a fitting shrine
across from his ghastly mansion
A mall filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder, I wonder
Will ever take the place of Jesus in a thousand years?
Religious wars, barbaric
Bloodshed worldwide over, what's left of his

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy needs his

When pesticides get banned we're up north
We just sell them to other countries
Soon there's of exotic deformed babies
that's not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze, paint 'em orange and
For the roadside stands
To sell alongside plastic burros and bird

And I wonder, I wonder
Why so many insects us feed off the dead
The death squads,
Foreign aid, just leave it to the of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his
A growing boy his lunch

should just love each other
Dip toe into the fire
Drop your guns and and love each other
begins beyond the bunker

And you're busy hugging in the streets
Outgrowing your for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's a game to play
Stick neck out and trust, it'll be chopped away

through your locked front doors
Rifle through sacred drawers
my pockets, deface your dreams
'Til the come home to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling an earwig winding through your brain
Bound like Lawrence spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine worse when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream,

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy needs his
A growing boy needs his

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